Thinking about the Date Everything game except it takes place in the House of Lamentation.
Some of the objects are truly cursed with almost zero chance of dating them, assuming you survive meeting them at all. Most of the objects are similar to their human world counterparts, except they’re a bit more…well, demon-like. There’s an unfamiliar intensity in their eagerness to see you. Each greeting is laced with their desire to be your favourite object, their need to have your attention focused on them and nothing (no one) else. The competitiveness and aggression between them scares you. Some objects suddenly stop responding to you while others rejoice in their absence and mock their inferiority. It feels like an inside joke you’re being left out of on purpose but what you don’t know, can’t hurt you (yet).
The Devildom is already a spooky place but things escalate to new heights as you start meeting new friends in the house. The undesirables, the ones other objects warn you to stay away from. They’re the neglected objects tucked out of sight, the cursed objects that could kill you if you’re not careful, the shadows that are more than what they seem.
It’s not long before the eerie sensation of being watched creeps along your spine and never seems to go away. It doesn’t matter if you purposefully seek out objects or not—their interest has made them stronger and now it’s their turn to find you. The quiet sound of footfalls on the carpeted floors somewhere behind you aren’t just a figment of your imagination anymore. Candlesticks and oil lamps flicker in the dead of night. Items slide off the shelves by themselves. No matter what room you’re in, the furniture creaks softly, untouched, responding to nothing but your presence. You catch glimpses of fanged smiles and predatory grins whenever your eyes glance quickly over mirrors or the polished pieces of art decorating the stone walls.
Your bedroom is no different. The mattress sinks beneath your weight at night and it feels like an invisible embrace pulls you down before you manage to drag yourself out of bed. The doorknob sticks in the mornings when you’re already frazzled from sleep littered with dreams you can’t quite remember. The demon brothers grumble about misshapen door frames and worn out metal hinges. It feels silly to tell them that uttering a quiet please is usually enough to coax the door to open for you—for now, anyway.
If you’re brave enough to tell the others—while risking angering the house in the process—it does little to soothe your nerves. The objects don’t usually respond if anyone else is nearby. They don’t see what you see or feel what you feel. Of course things are strange and mystical and dangerous here in the Devildom, that’s their specialty. The demon brothers think you’re paranoid and the angels soothe your worries as best they can. Solomon’s curiosity, charming in most other situations, only serves to frustrate you because he’s no help either. He’s never experienced this during his immortal lifetime visiting the Devildom, so how could such a thing happen to you?
The point is, your friends might mean well but they know firsthand how delicate humans like you can be with your delectable souls and fragile bodies and timid hearts. Whatever you think you’re going through, they believe that this too will pass with time. It’s no different from any other hardship you’ve managed to overcome since you joined them in their world.
You’re the Devildom’s precious exchange student, after all. Why would anyone want to harm you? You’ve endeared yourself to the young prince and his most trusted advisors. You’ve become someone precious, someone worth admiring.
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**Alright folks we are so back! I am heavily inspired by K-Pop Demon Hunters (If you haven't watched GO WATCH IT! It is absolutely incredible), along with a sprinkling of some research on ancient Japan and came up with this little premise for a series. Hoping that it will get everything flowing for me to go back to my other series as well. Love you guys and I hope you'll like this little comeback series**
Summary: MC was bored and honestly just trying to get out of their never ending student council duties when they're drawn in by strange ... melody. Curiosity has always been their strong suit, but maybe there are some things that are better left unknown.
Ft. Teen MC
In the Devildom, life thrived in the shadows. There was no sun. No holy light to bless them with its warmth and kiss their skin good morning. Only bitter cold and darkness that sank it's fangs into each of it's citizens every chance that it got.
MC had long grown accustom to it, come to enjoy it even. It was nice not having to worry about sun burn or being blinded by the sun. The artificial ways that the demons had come up with to illuminate their kingdom of pitch were beautiful and elaborate; from wrought iron streetlights, to oil lamps that possessed a violet flame. it was all so whimsical and gothically enchanting that MC could hardly bring themself to look away.
Of course, they were human, and still required the sun. So when they needed it, they could always skip up back to the human world for their biannual visit to Earth before returning back to place they now thought of as home.
But it also meant that on nights such as this, when they knew Lucifer was probably turning red with frustration of their absence from yet another dreadful student council meeting, but they quite honestly didn't care. Three years in the Devildom had really made them grow bored of the daily ins and outs of the House of Lamentation, and they were on the search for something new, something exciting! Something-
A small plucking sound, like a droplet of water gently falling into a still pond, hit their ears and they stilled.
In the darkness, it was almost as if sound was amplified., echoing through their ears as another chord was plucked and then another, a faint trinkle of a strum, and yet another. The melody continued, and MC did not even try to stop their feet from being pulled in by it's simple beauty.
Their feet clicked against the wet pavement, and they muttered a small illuminating spell to themself as they entered and an iridescent light reflected off the alleyway walls.
It was only then they saw it ... or her, they supposed.
A lanky figure curled up in the far back corner, her back against the wall. Long ebony hair that faded into shiny gold as it closer to the ends, as straight and silky as ribbon, covered almost her entirety from view, What could be seen was delicate hands with long, bony fingers, capped with sharp, elaborately embossed, golden points. From beneath the veil of hair, a rectangular rod with three pegs stuck out. Each black peg was wrapped tightly with golden wire that ran down the length of the rod to a square base.
A shamisen, MC recognized immediately, noting the flat, yellowed bachi sitting in the person's other hand, which they used to continue to strum their somber melody.
Each pang and twing rang sharply through their very soul, as if it was crying out to them and them alone. They would have to be utterly heartless to walk away.
"Excuse me?" MC called over.
The music stopped in an instant, and with a heart-dropping crack the person's head turned to face them.
It was not a face that revealed itself to them, but a mask. They had seen crow masks before; people wore them to festivals and they filled every tourists shop back home. But they had never seen one like this.
Most of the crow masks they had seen were black. Elegantly painted with perfect, seamless strokes that fluidly decorated the smooth wood. This was not that.
The base was bone white and it had golden designs on it that seemed more jagged and sharp than soft. The mask had a long pointed beak that covered the musician's entire face with angular slits for the eyes where dim balls of golden light reflected in the center. It possessed a playful aura that did not match the woman's eerie presence at all. MC could see no string or tassels holding the mask into place, as if it was fixed their by sheer will.
Aside from the mask, the person was dressed in a simple yukata. It had no patterns and was black with the exception of the white obi tied around her waist. The bottom of the yukata was torn and near transparent along its hem and cuffs.
MC was nearly positive that they were looking at a ghost, and yet they had never seen a ghost quite like this. Certainly not one that was masked.
MC swallowed thickly. It had been sometime since anything had caused them to be so shaken within the Devildom. They took a deep breath and reminded themself that they were 16 now, and no longer the scared 13 year old that had first entered into this place. They were strong. The shadows were scared of them, not the other way around.
They held up their chin and looked straight into the light pouring out of the eye slits. "I like your song. It sounds really nice. Where did you learn to play like that?"
No voice came from beneath the creepy mask, as a faint breeze from the streets lightly blew the woman's hair behind her.
Rude. Actually. If you asked MC. But they supposed it was also rude to interrupt someone during their jam session, so really that was on them. "Sorry. Are you not in the mood for talking? I really didn't mean to bother you. I just heard you playing and couldn't help but check come check out. I'm MC. What's your name?"
Again nothing. Not even a breath.
At this point, MC was beginning to feel awkward. I mean, most people at least had some kind of reaction to hearing their name at this point! Who the hell did this lady think she was?!
MC huffed, unable to help a pout from forming on their face as they raised their hands up in defeat. "Fine! Fine! I'll leave ya alone. Your loss. Who would want to know about some creepy, weirdo anyway?"
Them. They did. They so very much did.
It was all they could think about. They zoned out during class, and barely listened to the boys gossip during meals. They were too focused on what this strange new mystery of theirs was! They needed to know!
They tried doing research on ghosts, crows, hell even sirens! But nothing seemed to quite match whatever this person was! All they knew was that it had to be a person. Even without words or proper eyes, there was this air of deep, concentrated loss and shame that radiated off of her. Ever since coming to the Devildom, there hadn't been a single mystery that MC wasn't able to solve, and they refused to let that track record become tarnished now!
So MC did what MC does best - sneak out without permission to sleuth around the city. Honestly, you would think the brother's would've invested in better security by now.
Gloom, as they had taken to calling the unknown creature, wasn't in the original ally way where they had initially found her. It appeared the ghostly woman was nomadic, and would take camp in places with low lighting and no people around. MC was only able to find her over and over again because they knew this kingdom like the back of their hand.
They would go out and find her every night, and every night Gloom would stare at them through the eyes of her mask, hands stilling on her shamisen. She never spoke. The most MC had ever heard from her is a soft, yet haunting hum that she would occasionally emanate before noticing MC's presence.
MC grew braver with each visit. Where they initially kept their distance, they eventually brought themself to come closer and lean against the wall beside her as they asked her their many questions. Who are you? What are you? Where di you get a shamisen? What's with the mask? Is it haunted? Are you haunted?
But still, Gloom never answered. They got a groan of annoyance once, but that seemed to be the closest they could get.
Still, they could tell that she warming up to them. Sometimes she would lean closer to them while they were telling a story. Or her hand would twitch and almost reach out to them while they vented. Almost. There were all these little things that MC knew meant they were getting through to her.
They never gave up. In a way, it was almost nice to have someone else besides the brother's that they could talk to for once. With Gloom not doing any of the talking, she was subjected to do all of the listening, and boy did MC have a lot to share.
The brothers began to take notice of MC's disappearances. They tried to track them or ask them where they had gone, but MC was determined to keep this little secret. It was nice to have something in the Devildom that was entirely theirs for once.
Months passed, and their visits only became more frequent until one day, MC did not come empty handed.
"Here!" They chirped as they plopped down beside the woman, holding out a small envelope. She hesitated it before plucking it between two fingers and looking curiously at the cursively written Gloom on the front. "Dia and the others are throwing this huge ball to celebrate my fourth year here in the Devildom! It'll be super fancy and in the palace with all kinds of food and dancing and-" Gloom lifted her instrument a little, and MC chuckled. "Yes! And music! You should totally come. I know ya don't like crowds, but it'll be really fun." They explained with a smile.
Gloom paused, the lights blinking behind her mask as she stared down at the envelope before looking to MC in confusion.
They shrugged as they rose back up to their feet. "Come or don't come. It doesn't make a difference to me, but ..." they feel their cheeks burn a little as they look down. "I haven't had someone just listen to me without tryin' to shove their own ideas into my head in a while and ... I dunno. I guess I enjoy hanging out with you."
The lights blinked again behind the mask.
MC graons. "Look. The ball is next week. I'll see you then!"
MC didn't see it, having already left, but as she looked down at the envelope, the lights behind Gloom's mask squinted with an unseen smile as an unspoken promise laid on her silent tongue, joyfully begins to pluck the strings of her shamisen.
Across the city, oblivious to what is to come, Mammon feels a shiver run down his spine. He sits up from his bed and looks out his open window as a whisper of a melody flows around him like an old memory. His breath hitches.
He slams the window shut without hesitation.
***And there we have it! Part one and my official return to this fandom! This has been a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to continue this story with you all! I hope you all enjoy "Gloom" and look forward to the upcoming ball in the next chapter! See you all then! I love you all ❤️ -B***
A cropped, ribbed jacket coming in a wide variety of fun colours. It comes in two versions, first is with a shirt under, second is without so you can use any kind of accessory tops you want with it. ✨
I like to think that once MC has a pact with the brothers, their eyes turn the color of their respective sin whenever MC is indulging in that sin/using their power. I love the color coding but also how many scenarios or fics crop up from it in my brain.
Imagine Mammon is worried about his cooking not being good enough for you until he sees your eyes go red as you take your first bite.
Or Lucifer sees you being insulted by a demon and hesy worried you won't stand up for yourself, so he looks for the flash of green in your eyes.
Or Belphie makes a *questionable* noise while he stretches after waking up and barely catches the glint of pink before you turn away.
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About the posepack:
Nothing as normal and enjoyable as having a cup of coffee with your partners on the 🎃couch while discussing your daily lifes. Let your Sims enjoy their coffee together with these Sims 4 poly poses.
I notice now how serious they all look. Might upload a V2 with different expressions if there is a desire for.
About the request:
Thank you Ashley for requesting these poses!
The wish was just some loving, normal stuff for for poly adult male relationship. In specific, three married men with the note they have lots of hair and one has horns.
This is taken in consideration by having more space between the hand and head, and the heads don't tilt against each other (in the hair areas) to prevent more clipping.🎃
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This is an art work I recently finished for one of my moots (so the MC is hers not mine for this piece)
Image is blurred cuz it’s a commissioned piece.
I decided to design this Fantasy Black African inspired outfit and have her MC wear it for this piece. Now I’m thinking of drawing my MC in this Fit with Xavier, Rafayel and Zayne.
I just feel more comfortable having my MC in this style of outfit versus the original fits. Feels more authentic to *my* MC. Open to commissions.
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